The Runaway Bride

Estranged heart,

that beat to the rhythm of the 

raindrops that drenched her floor-length white gown,

as she ran away from her fairy tale,

using her veil as a sail, 

and selling the ring to buy a pair of wings,

and fly away to the realm

where dreams came true,

a place where she didn't have a grand castle,

or a tall fearsome knight,

but a place where she could

tear off that gown

that had been weighing her down,

a place where she could finally

soar to the heights

she was meant to.

Author's Note

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